I love champagne. Let me rephrase that, I like champagne but I LOVE Veuve Cliquot.
I first had Cliquot for my 21st (or 22nd, I can't remember, all the champagne must have killed my brain cells) birthday. My mom bought a bottle for me and my best friend so that we could toast at midnight. We chilled the glossy orange bottle in DC hotel's mini fridge, poured glasses at 11:55 and at 12am we toasted and took sips out of hotel-provided glass flutes. There was a pause. We looked at each other, then at our glasses and at each other again and burst into laughter. We hated it. We wasted an entire bottle of Veuve that night. Dumped it and went out for some "real" drinks. I was young and tasteless.
Flash forward to the fall of 2016 and I was living in Barcelona, Spain. I had (thankfully) evolved beyond a taste for cheap liquor and I was living my best life diving head first every night into a bottle of Spanish wine or cava. One night I was out partying with some friends from Denmark and a friend asked me what I wanted to drink. I said "I'll have a glass of cava" and he said, let's get a bottle of champagne and we can share it. He ordered a bottle of Veuve (the first of many bottles that night) and in the words of my favorite philosopher, "nothing was the same."
And so we jump ahead once more to the present. It is 2018 and the 200th anniversary of Veuve Cliquot Rose! I recently had the pleasure of attending one of the many 200th Anniversary parties called Crave Rose at the W Hotel in Washington, D.C. It was a fabulous event held in the outdoor patio of the hotel. There were small bites, drink specials, a DJ, and a lot of gorgeous Washingtonians dancing and toasting to Madame Cliquot's creation.
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